Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.